What is this life if, full of care....

Part of this poem was used in the 97 A-level paper...it just kept ringing in my mind today...now that all of you have extra time on your hands, take time to just stop and appreciate the things around you. If you are travelling, notice how different the sky and the ground is different in different parts of the world. For those of you in NS, or entering NS soon, the jungle is a great place to observe the beauty of nature and God's creation :)

"LEISURE"

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

By William Henry Davies

(William Henry Davies (1871-1940) is to be considered as the poet of the tramps. Born at Newport, Wales in the UK, Davies came to America from Great Britain and lived the life of a vagabond. One day, as the result of jumping a train, he lost one of legs. Davies returned to England where he continued to live the life of a tramp and a pedlar. He wrote poetry (presumably he did right along) and, eventually, he determined to print his own book and did so with the little money he earned panhandling. A copy of this first work, A Soul's Destroyer, came into the hands of George Bernard Shaw; which, in turn, led to the popularization of the poet. http://www.blupete.com/Literature/Poetry/Leisure.htm)